The Universalist. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1884-1897, 1887-09-03

dreamless sleep, while those around us,
less used than we to the oceans tumbled
and tumbling ways, succomb to that sick
ness which is worse than death.
Our course lay now through the North
ern Channel into the Atlantic and around
little piece of the North OF Ireland into
Tough Foyle, or Derry Loeb, which mar
rows into the river Foyle, the distance
between Glasgow and Derry being 161
miles. My sleep was so sweet that did not
get out upon deck till we had passed Mo-
vile, the stopping place of the Anchor
Line ships for passengers that come
through Ireland. The Loeb was very
beautiful, with it's green shores, such
vivid green everywhere, for Ireland is we'll
named the Emerald Isle, and the country
is picturesque with the matched cabins.
their whitewashed walls contrasting fine
ly with the grass and foliage.
As we draw near Derry we grow little
nervous, lest our friends disappoint us;
but, fortunately for our spirits, as the
first rope is thrown out we see our dear
"auld man, Mr.. MGR. waving his hand
to us, and beside him genuine native of
the soil, Mr.. N, bowng in graceful
Irish way. He does me the honor to say
that he would have known me to be an
American lady had not I been pointed
out to him. And here we must stop to
say, that we know of nothing more CHEEKY
than to find friends awaiting you when
you land on a foreign soil; and nothing,
to us, is more dreary than to be obliged
to trust yourself into the care of some
strange cabman whose patois is almost
like Cherokee, and be driven, you know
not where.
Myself and modest impedimenta were
soon mounted on Mr.. Ms "car," which
to my great Joy was not "jaunting car"
OF the old style, one with the side seats,
to sit on which, always makes me feel as
if I we're going to be tossed headlong
into the bitches. This is later style,
with two seats, and you sit back TO back,
one couple facing the horse and the other
the receding road. And I must say it
was the easiest machine ever rode in.
In Ireland everything that you ride in is
a " car" in Scotland it is "machine."
We cross the elegant bridge that spans
the Foyle, and are soon in the city; but
outside the walls, for Derry is really
walled city-a city with a thrilling history
the " Maiden City" of ireland. The
streets and dwellings are quaint, but not
picturesque. The people are mostly
dressed in ordinary American style, ex-
cept that the "auld" wives all wear
"mutches instead of bonnets, and beau
tifully white and delicately crimped are
these becoming caps.
We drive to a hotel, which looks very
well on the outside, but which is very prim-
tive inside, though there is one very fair
drawing room. The mistress greets us
we see no servant, though [ presume
there is one. We ask if we can have
breakfast, and she says " Yes, as soon as
the tea kettle boils" It is eight o'clock
now, and according to my Yankee notions
hotel tea-kettles should be boiling by this
hour. However, we do get breakfast;
very frugal it would look to Americans
not naturalized, tea, bread and BUTTER
and one egg to each guest The cost is
one shilling per person. There is a shop
-(they never say store here) connected
with the establishment and then repair
to it and stock myself with groceries for a
fortnight; the proprietor evidently sur
prised that / do not include in the list, at
least one bottle of wine and one of whisky.
Then we load up and start away for
what to me are unknown regions. The
roads are splendid. Indeed, the roads
everywhere in Great Britain are excellent
and always in good repair. 1t is Derry
market day, and we meet the men and
women with their stock and produce.
Here is the veritable old woman of the
nursery rhymes leading her kid, and the
kid is as obstinate as ever, for over this
little bridge it will not go, till farmer
behind sets his dog on it. Here is an
other old woman with a cart, inside OF
which lie eight pigs, which she tells us
are eleven weeks old, and she hopes to get
pound for each, or at least seventeen
shillings. Here is another with car full
of "cocks," and another with a car full of
butter, beautiful golden grass-milk but
ter. Here are men driving pigs, horses,
cows, calves, and some leading goats. To
my surprise do not see typical Irish
man amongst them all; that is, not one
that resembles the emigrants that land in
such shoals at Castle Garden. remark
it to my friends,-the Irish one has spent
many years in America, in Philadelphia
and New York, and can appreciate my
surprise. / am told that the natives In
the North of Ireland are very different
from those in other quarters, different
every way. Certainly in dress, stature,
and ordinary looks, these men met re-
sembled our Yankee farmers except that
their faces lacked little OF the New Eng
land reWdness. Yet, L am told, these
sellers are very sharp to deal with and
have come to believe it. / have met
woman since, who told me she took eight
cocks to Clsudy market, and Derry
buyer offered her shilling apiece for
them; Z" but parleyed with him till got
twelve shillings for the eight" Wemeet